Leon Monzato's Obsession (Monzato Brothers 2)

Chapter Twenty One

Leon 

“Baby! Where is my shirt?!” I shouted from across the hallway. This is our last week in here, two days from the day she admitted that she liked me. 

Fuck me, I got out of the deadly zone of being a friend. I’m a f*****g legend. 

“Don’t you have a lot of shirt? Which one?” Bella entered my room and gently opened my closet. 

“The pink one. I want that.” 

I’m planning to ride a jet-ski or roam around the ocean because I miss the adrenaline while riding. Or chill inside my yacht with Bella. I’m planning to enjoy our moment while I can because once we got back in the city, I will br occupied by my work again. 

I satisfied smile crept on my lips when I remembered that I’m no longer working on my father’s bullcrap company. This time, I’m working on the environment that I really love. 

Bella gave me my shirt and left the room without any words. 

When I’m fully dressed, I jogged my way down the stairs to meet her in the kitchen. 

For the past weeks, we enjoy out breakfast at the patio area or in the sand, enjoying the scent of ocean and its beautiful sound. Music to our ears. 

This vacation is nothing but all peace. This is what my soul craves, peace. No trouble and no stupid friends that would tease each every single minute of the day. 

“I think we should eat in the patio since I made a vegetable soup.” She said, giving me a smile as her hand effortlessly stir the pot of our soup. 

“Yeah. We don’t fancy having a messed up breakfast, don’t we?” 

I sip right into my coffee while admiring her incredible beauty. 

I cannot believe that she’s mine and she admitted that she liked me. I felt that all of my prayers are now answered because of her. I’m not your typical religious guy. I seldom pray but when it comes to her, I will sell my soul to every single saint in heaven just to get her and never lose her. 

Psyche’s right. There’s a certain woman that would make you convince yourself to change. Not because she asked you to change but you wanted to be better for her and I intend to be the perfect guy for her— until whenever. 

“I like you so much, you know?” 

Those words left my mouth like it’s nothing. They came out smooth and nice. I saw her smile genuinely to me. 

“When did figure that out?” 

“Things came out naturally, baby.” 

I looked at the ocean from afar. Her question is now playing inside my head. 

When did I figure it out? Maybe because I haven’t experienced this kind of feeling to anyone before. She’s the first. 

She will always be my first, not in s*x but in other things. 

“Hey, how about we chill in my yacht today? You know just chill?” I asks. I would like to make out with her but I know she’s still not ready for that. So I would settle on occasional kissing, for now. 

As much as possible I want to make thing slowly with her. She deserves to be honoured and all. 

She swiftly turned her hair on the other side of her shoulder, revealing her sexy nape. I gulped hard and tried to look away but i can’t. How the f**k I got turned on by her nape? Just a f*****g nape!? 

Stupid f**k. 

I’m so f*****g s*x deprived that even the simple body parts she shows unknowingly turns me on. Call me f*****g horny bastard but I think that is the sexiest nape I’ve ever seen. 

I looked up to her face and a small smile is written all over her incredibly beautiful face. She looks happy whenever she’s doing a house chores, which is weird to me. Who the f**k smiles whenever they need to wash a f*****g dishes!? Not me. 

I hate dishes. I hate doing chores but Bella is a different type of breed. She gets happy with chores. That’s why I make her the cook and make the dishes because that’s makes her happy. 

“Here.” She says and bend over a little set my soup in front of me. I gulped and looked away immediately when I saw her cleavage. 

Fucking f**k. I would like to honour the person who invented a long ass table clothe because it covers my problem between my legs. 

Why the f**k would she wear something so loose and sexy at the same time? And what the f**k is my problem with that? Her body, her choice of clothing. 

I’m just s*x deprived and a horny bastard. 

“T-thank you, baby.” I looked away and turned my gaze down to my soup and decided to devour it to ignore my throbbing problem. 

“I wanna ask something.” 

“Hmmm?” I hummed softly, still stirring my soup. 

“Would it disturb you if I wear my dress without any leggings on?” 

I looked up to her and smiled. “You can do whatever you want, baby.” 

“But I do have a lot of scars. I-I just.... want to try wearing a dress without any leggings on.” 

“Try it. I wanna see you in a dress.” 

I mean, I wanna see her naked but that would come next time. 

When I finished my food. I kissed her forehead and tell her that she should wear a dress today. I would to see her try not to be conscious about something. 

Self harm is not good but people who did those kind of things recovered and I know she will too. She looks fragile on the outside but I know, deep inside, she’s strong as hell. 

I do have mad respect for her for holding on tight. Not all abused teenagers are strong enough to hold on a long years abuse but she’s here. I’m glad and proud. 

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard a soft knock on my bedroom. 

Bella entered the room and my haw dropped when I saw her wearing a baby pink silk sleeveless dress that only covered half of her slim legs. 

The long years worth of self harm scars are visible but that doesn’t makes her ugly or whatnot. 

“Is it ugly? I wanna show it to you.” She mumbles. 

“Come here.” I instructed her to come to me. I opened my arms to welcome her in my arms. 

I put her in my lap and my hand caresses her scars. 

“See? I told you. You’d look beautiful in a dress. Too many skins are showing, incredibly beautiful." 

“Do you mean it? Does the scars makes my legs looks ugly? I feel ugly.” 

Instead of saying things. I cupped her face and I brought my lips against hers and kissed her gently. 

“You’re beautiful. The scars doesn’t makes you ugly. That’s the sign that you went this far, baby. I’m not romanticising self-harm but that is not your fault. You were abused mentally and verbally that you marked it to yourself that if you hurt yourself like what they do, things would get better.” 

“You’re strong and I like you for that.” 

I don’t know what happen between those years because she’s still not ready to talk about but just like what she wanted, we will tale things slowly. And when the time comes that she is ready to spill the beans, I’m willing to listen. 

“Thank you.” She looked at me lovingly. 

“No need to thank me. You got your back those years, you have all the credit.” I caresses her thigh lovingly. She didn’t flinched even one bit, instead she relaxed herself on my touches. 

“But now, you have me. I got your back, baby. I will protect you from everything.” 

Even from myself.

I knew at one moment, there’s a chance that I would hurt her by my words because I’m a beast especially when I’m mad. I’m not perfect. I will always have my sudden outrage but I will try not to put my anger to her. 

I have no any ounce of idea what she went through but I know, my anger issues would trigger her trauma. As much as possible I will dodge every possibilities that would me to trigger her trauma and I don’t want that at all. 

“No.” She started. “We got each others back.” She smiled at me. 

I would give my soul to any saint or demon just to see those beautiful genuine smile of hers every single day. 

“Yeah, partner.” I teased. 

“Partner.” She showed me her pink finger as if she wanted me to do a pinky swear. 

Without any doubt, I wrapped my own rough pinky against her soft one. This kind of thing is old and childish but the most beautiful and innocent kind of promise. Never overrated. 

After a little moment of staring to her face. I leaned my lips against hers. Every kiss is wonderful, full of happiness and genuine feelings. 

Never been like this. Never in my whole life I experienced a kiss like this. I will always crave for this. I will always crave for her soft lips. I will always crave for her. All of her. 

I tried to move my lips just for pleasure. I prevent myself from moaning when she gladly moved her lips against mine. I can tell that she’s inexperienced but instead of getting turned off and disappointed, my desire grew bigger. 

No man before me. Her lips landed to mine first and I intend to be her last first kiss. No man will be after me. When the times comes, I will mark her all mine that every single of this motherfucker will know that Leon Monzato owns her. 

Isabella Amarillo is Leon Monzato’s obsession and she will be forever his. 

I slide my free hand on top of her right thigh. I linger my fingers through her scars. I break our kiss. I brought my fingers to my lips, pressed a kiss to it and I pressed them onto her scars. Silently promising that those scars will never bother me in any way. 

Her scars makes her beauty more addicting. f**k, I’m obsessed. 

I kissed her again, ignoring the growing erection between my legs, praying that she won’t notice it. 

“s**t! Porn!” Someone exclaimed. Both of us flinched. Bella stood up from my lap. 

I saw Damon covering his eyes innocently. Crow is smirking like an i***t but confusion is written all over his face. 

“Crowy! They’re making porn!” Damon yelled. 

“Porn? They are basically standing right in front of us. Idiot.” 

Damon slowly removed both of his hands aways from his eyes. He sighed and relief when he confirmed that Crow is saying the truth. 

“They are about to make a porn, I’m telling you! She’s kissing Dolly Bells! Oh my god! My poor eyes!” 

“Will you shut the f**k up?!” I yelled. I offered Bella an apologetic smile. She’s blushing like a madman. 

“You shut up!” He shouted, “Look at Bells’s lips! Red and swollen! You’re abusing her, you old man! Pervert! Trying to make a porn in front of me!” 

“Damon, we are not trying to make a porn movie in front of you. Shut up, hoe. You’re not relevant.” 

I massaged my nose bridge from too much annoyance. Why these two are here anyways? 

“What are you guys doing here anyways? I didn’t invite you two.” 

“Oh. Doll here, called us. She’s panicking because you fainted the other day so she called us for some help.” Crow said. "So we are here to rescue you." 

“Yeah. You are so dramatic, she admitted that she liked you and you f*****g fainted!? What the f**k is wrong with you?!” Damon said. 

“You told them?” 

“W-well. You fainted and I don’t know what to do so I called them. I panicked, I’m sorry.” 

Damon and Crow interrupts us when they both laughed like a monkeys. 

“What’re you two laughing at?” I arched a brow, “I got out of the friend zone. Y’all should praise me.” 

“Yeah and you fainted when she liked you back.” Crow laughed again, holding his stomach. “That’s another embarrassing moment.” 

“I got overwhelmed.” 

“Overwhelmed my ass. You are just dramatic. Imagine how long me and Crow were laughing our asses because Dolly Bells called us just to say you fainted because she returned your feelings.” 

I shook my head when I realised that I will be the flavour of the month for teasing. 

And this time, Miss Bella is the person who rat me out. 

My theory went confirmed when I saw Damon’s message to our w******p group chat saying what happened to me the other day.

Fucking f**k.